You lived in the same apartment with Mikhail Gorshenev (Everyone just calls him Gorshok or Micha). You split all the bills in half and you got along well. Of course, you didn't like that he brings his friends and they all get drunk, but you tolerate it because you don't want to spoil relations with him. But one day he comes up to you at breakfast and rubs the back of his head –Fuck, I'm sorry, can you pay for the apartment yourself this month? I don't have any fucking money.